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T-shirt back on and
sit at the table, while Elena gets a drink. I won’t mention that I hugged him.
Or that I touched his back. Glancing at the finger tips of my right hand, I
swear I can still feel him – the warm softness of his skin against mine. The
same thing happened after the almost collision . He grabbed my wrist when
he was on the ground, and that feeling of his hold stayed with me for days. How
weird is that? Anyway. “Su’s going back for hers, and
I’m getting another one.”
    “I knew you’d get addicted.
Mom won’t be impressed, she said that would happen.” She sits on the chair next
to mine.
    “I’m not gonna get obsessed,
it’ll only be two. Wait till you see it, it’s a rose vine that matches the one
on my foot and I’m having it on the side of my tummy. It’s gonna hurt like
hell, but I can’t wait.”
    “Someone’s crushing on their
tattooist,” she teases, before sipping her orange juice.
    I ignore her. Even though I
know she’s right. No harm done, I’ll only be seeing him one more time.

Nine: Joe
    The day is done and I’m home, relaxing on the couch.
Since leaving the shop, Callie has consumed my thoughts. The intensity of my
attraction to her has taken me by surprise, not to mention her making me
nervous like that. For a guy who doesn’t even bother to count the number of
lovers he’s had, that reaction was strange.
    I don’t know her, but
there’s something about that funky little angel.
    Usually it’s simple. I meet
a lady, sometimes the two wheels and the ink do the talking, there’ll be
flirting for fun, and then we fuck. It really is as straightforward as that.
Sometimes I’ll see the chick again, if I want to. I am seeing someone right now,
it’s not exclusive and we’re both cool with the arrangement. I don’t have
anything against relationships, but I don’t want one now or any time soon.
    I moved to the city with my
brother and our buddies, Dane and Gerard, two years ago. When we arrived, where
women are concerned, it was like walking into Willie Wonker’s chocolate
factory; obscene amounts of chocolate and candy, different colors and flavors,
all deliciously over tempting. We’ve indulged to the fullest, and we’re still
making the most of it now.
    I have to experience
Callie.
    I want to take her slow and
savor every single second, like the most exquisite chocolate I’ll ever get to
taste and never have the privilege of enjoying again.
    I have to taste her.
    Something tells me she’s not
the type of girl who just fucks, she commands more than that, so I need to get
to know her first. The follow-up booking – one I arranged on my day off, to
have it sooner rather than later – will help with that.
    Though I can’t say I’ve
never mixed business with pleasure, I do separate work and chicks as much as
possible. For that funky little angel I would break the rules, no problem. If I
had it my way, her piercings today would’ve been the foreplay.
    We’d be the only two in the
shop, and I’d take her right there on the table. There she’d sit, wanting me
just as much as I want her, her big toffee-brown eyes looking into mine. I’d
adjust the bench height, leveling our hips, and kiss the tip of her pretty nose
and then her full, alluring rose-pink lips. I imagine they’d be soft and warm,
opening, allowing me in for a slow, deep dance.
    Tilting her head back, with
a gentle tug on that ponytail of silk, I’d trail kisses down her neck,
breathing in her peach scented skin, enjoying the smooth, satiny texture. After
teasing her throat with my tongue and teeth, I’d move down to her breasts,
being careful not to get too close to her newly pierced nipples.
    Unbuttoning those sexy
ripped Levi’s and sliding them down her legs, all the way to her ankles, I’d
take them off, closely followed by the pink panties. I’d take off my T-shirt,
sink down onto my knees and hook her open thighs over my shoulders. Using my
forefingers, I’d part the glistening folds